3/20/2017

Very paisley and patchouli

The young couple were staring transfixed into the air on Redbud Trail. "Look! It's magical," said the girl with flowers in her hair. "Swallowtails dancing, one black, one yellow," I said. "Wow, thank you," said the bearded young man. It was indeed a groovy moment on the first day of spring.

We walked our separate directions. The young couple had been marking their trail with tiny bouquets of picked wild onion blossoms. I was playing hide-and-seek with goatweed leafwing butterflies, those day-glo orange pranksters after spotting turtles, spiderwebs, and wild strawberry blossoms around the lake.